Author's Note
(WARNING!: Make no mistake this IS a padded pony fic! And as such as it will contain content that some readers will find disturbing! If you are uncomfortable with the idea of ponies in diapers, please click elsewhere and DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT READ!
For those who choose to stay, expect to see the following:
Diapers - Heavy
Ageplay - Medium
AB/DL Themes - Medium to Heavy
Diaper Usage (Wetting) - Medium
Diaper Usage (Messing) - Medium
Implied Diaper Usage (Wetting and Messing) - Light)
This was a request from a Discord user, and I published it on Fanfiction.net and Deviant Art last year. I want to clarify right now before anyone says anything that all characters in this fic are at the legal age of consent.
The reason I've tagged this as AU is because this fic's prequel used a fanon design for the aunts, due to the fact that back then we had no indication about what the aunts might look like in show canon. This is what was used for inspiration: 
And yes, Scootaloo's aunts are gay seeing as that was established in the Ponyville Mysteries chapter books in which they made their debut.
Busted!
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were on their way to Scootaloo’s house for another sleepover. As they were making their way through Ponyville to reach their destination, the two fillies and Cutie Mark Crusaders couldn’t help but think to themselves about something that was bugging them: Namely, Scootaloo’s behavior in agreeing to the sleepover.
Scootaloo had been somewhat… worried, almost paranoid you might say about the whole thing. It was almost as if she had something she was going to great lengths to keep hidden from everypony, even her fellow Crusaders. But that would be ridiculous, right? Scootaloo had already shared so much about her life with the two, what else could there be that they didn’t know about? It couldn't be something to do with her family, they already knew about her aunts and how they would watch Scootaloo whenever her parents were out of town.
Well, those were thoughts for another time and place as the two fillies saw the familiar front face of Scootaloo’s house come into view. They had reached their destination.
Apple Bloom took the liberty of reaching up a hoof to knock on the front door. She and Sweetie Belle expected Scootaloo to eagerly greet them, as she had done for many of their sleepovers at her place before.
Instead, however, the door was answered by Scootaloo’s aunts: Holiday and Lofty. That alone struck the Crusaders as odd.
“Oh my, you’re here already?” Aunt Holiday seemed to comment with concern as she looked across to her special somepony, Auntie Lofty. “You fillies must be really excited for this sleepover tonight.”
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle nodded, and Sweetie replied. “Well, yeah. We haven’t really seen Scootaloo since she got into that fight at school a while back. Since then she’s been… different.”
Auntie Lofty waved a hoof in response. “It’s probably just your imagination, girls. Scootaloo’s the same adorable niece she’s always been to Holiday and I. I’m sure she’s just as excited for the sleepover as you two.”
“So, she’s here, then?” Apple Bloom questioned.
Aunt Holiday nodded. “Yes, she’s here. But…” She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence, however, as both Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle raced past her without warning!
“Wait! Girls!” Auntie Lofty tried to call out! But it was no use, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had already rushed away to Scootaloo’s bedroom before either aunt had had much of a chance to react.
Holiday nervously looked across to Lofty. “This could be a problem. I hope Scootaloo’s already taken care of her ‘protection’.”
Lofty just sighed. “If she wants to tell them, she’ll tell them. The best we can do is try to be on hoof to help with any explanations. I just hope they don’t get the wrong idea.”
Meanwhile, an unaware Scootaloo was alone in her bedroom. She was fumbling about with her light-blue, hoofied pajamas that had been designed specifically to accommodate her “issue”. Why was this so difficult for her? Why did it always give her trouble despite how many times she’d taken on and taken off these pajamas? And why did it have to be on this specific sleepover? If only she'd heeded her Auntie Lofty's advice and put them on sooner.
“Come on, you stupid things!” Scootaloo groaned as she tugged on the zipper, trying to pull it up. She was doing this specifically so that what her pajamas were designed to accommodate would be concealed. She was too afraid of leaving those… things out where her friends could see them. Just her luck she was still struggling with bed wetting. The tomboyish pegasus was sure she would’ve overcome it by now. Sure, the diapers were actually kind of nice to wear. But now she was at risk of exposing her well kept secret to her friends, an outcome Scootaloo wanted to avoid at all costs. They would sure mock her if they knew.
At least if Scootaloo was wearing her pajamas now, her fellow Cutie Mark Crusaders wouldn’t think anything too out of the ordinary when she would need to inevitably put them on again at bed time (assuming she was careful to keep the tell tale bulge in the back well hidden).
Suddenly, the door to the tomboyish filly’s bedroom swung open without warning! A horrified Scootaloo swished her tail, trying to block the view as she also tried to turn so that her back was against the wall and her face was facing towards the ponies she was sure were coming in.
Indeed, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle came trotting in, sleeping bags in tow, neither of them suspecting the sight that was about to greet their eyes. When they did see it, they had to blink and rub their eyes just to be sure they weren’t somehow seeing things.
They were not, the two fillies could see their friend and fellow Cutie Mark Crusader as clear as day. And they could clearly see through her now open light blue, hoofied pajamas to see what she was trying (and failing) to keep hidden: A large, thick, white diaper (albeit one that had special wetness indicators printed on it in the form of cartoon sketches of the Wonderbolts). Said diaper was pushing their fellow filly’s legs apart in a noticeable way.
Horrified, Scootaloo froze right on the spot as a raging blush formed on her cheeks! Her worst nightmare was coming true, and there was nothing she could do or say to stop it from happening!
For a moment, an uncomfortable and awkward silence filled the room. Scootaloo looked at Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, and they looked back at her. Nopony could speak, nopony dared to say a word. Scootaloo felt for sure she was about to die of embarrassment (assuming such a thing were possible).
At last, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle broke the silence as they both put a hoof to their mouths. Try as they might, they couldn’t stop themselves from snickering and then outright laughing.
“Guess now we should call you Crinkleloo!” Apple Bloom teased. “Or maybe Stinkaloo if you actually use those diapers!”
“Don’t call me Crinkleeloo, and I am NOT Stinkaloo!” Scootaloo roared in defiance, even as she couldn’t bring herself to move. “I just need them at night, that’s all. Like you two never wet the bed before?”
Sweetie Belle replied. “Not since I was in kindergarten,” And she laughed some more. “But why are you wearing them now? You look so silly in them, and kind of cute, too.”
Scootaloo shuddered. “I’m not cute!” She protested, even as she found that her legs betrayed her. She fell to the ground, landing on her padded plot as it let out a crisp crinkle. Tears began to well up inside of her.
Apple Bloom then taunted. “Uh-oh, did wittwe Scootawoo go boom-boom and get an owie?” She intentionally made her voice as sickeningly sweet as possible.
“It’s too bad we already have our cutie marks,” Sweetie giggled. “Because otherwise, we could try getting our cutie marks in babying you, Scootaloo. Although, maybe that means you’d end up getting a cutie mark in being a baby. What would that even look like? A diaper? Maybe a baby bottle?”
Try as she might, the tomboyish filly couldn’t stop herself from crying and sobbing audibly. “S-stop it!” She whimpered in vain. “This is why I didn’t wanna have the sleepover with you girls. I wanted to wait until I stopped wetting the bed, then I wouldn’t need these diapers anymore! I mean, they do feel nice, aside from when I actually use them,” She then realized what she was unintentionally confessing to as she rambled on. “W-wait, I didn’t mean to say that!”
But it was too late, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle’s laughs only grew louder as they continued to stare and point.
“I can’t believe it, Scootaloo! You, a big old baby!” Apple Bloom remarked in between fits of laughter. “And you actually use diapers too! No wonder you’ve been actin’ so strange, lately.”
And Sweetie Belle added. “That would explain a lot,” Then her eyes happened to fall upon a suspicious looking package underneath Scootaloo’s bed. Using her magic, she pulled it out and examined it. “What’s this? ‘Silly Filly: Diapers for big foals of all ages’?” Then she exclaimed as she saw other objects and pulled them out. “Are these your actual changing supplies, and your foal toys too? You even use a pacifier? Geeze, Scootaloo, it’s like you want to be a foal again.”
“I don’t, really!” Scootaloo whimpered anew. “It was my aunts’ idea, not mine! I just… went along with it to make them happy, really.” But the lack of confidence in her voice betrayed her intentions. It seemed that nothing she said or did could stop her friends from mocking her.
Worse was to come as the tomboyish pegasus heard a faint hissing sound, and looked back to her diaper in shock and horror! A noticeable damp patch was starting to form on the back, slowly spreading across the seat as the cartoon Wonderbolts faded. She tried to cross her legs to get her body to stop, but she was powerless to control this involuntary release. It seemed like it took forever before it finally stopped, causing her diaper to become uncomfortably damp.
“Oh my Celestia! Did you actually…?!” Apple Bloom began as her eyes widened in disbelief!
Sweetie sniffed the air as a faint odor of urine began to waft by. “Did the wittwe baby just go pee-pee in her diapee?” She half cooed/half teased. “It’s okay, Scootaloo. Apple Bloom and I can change you. Foals can’t change themselves, you know.”
“No! Please! Let me change myself!” Scootaloo sniffled, her throat starting to hurt from all the crying she was doing. This felt like something straight out of a nightmare. Yet she knew it was real, and there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening. Her worst fears were coming true.
“That’s quite enough, girls!” The stern, authoritative voice of Aunt Holiday sharply rapped! In the blink of an eye, she and her special somepony had entered the room. And judging by the looks on their faces, they were anything but pleased with what they had seen.
Scootaloo wanted nothing more than to run to her aunts and tell them everything. Yet she willed herself to be strong and resist the urge. She wasn’t about to destroy what was left of her dignity if she could help it.
Auntie Lofty simply trotted over and extended a wing as the sturdy pegasus wrapped her niece in a tight body hug. “It’s okay, slugger. Accidents happen. That’s why you wear your diapers, so that you don’t have accidents on the floor.”
The tomboyish pegasus nuzzled into the hug, feeling slightly better about her situation now. “T-thanks, Auntie Lofty.”
The sturdy, bulky pegasus just smiled as she helped her diapered niece to stand. “You’re more than welcome, Scootaloo,” Then she grabbed the wipes, the powder, and of course a fresh diaper. “Now come on, let’s go to the bathroom and get you changed,” As she exited the bedroom she looked to her special somepony. “I’ll let you handle our guests, my dear.” And soon, she and Scootaloo were out of sight.
By now, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had stopped laughing. Alone in the room with a very unhappy looking Holiday, they had every reason to be afraid of this earth pony. Even if Auntie Lofty was usually the one they’d seen scolding Scootaloo for doing something wrong, they knew that Aunt Holiday could be quite stern and unforgiving when the situation called for it.
The frown on Aunt Holiday’s face deepened as she approached the two fillies. “Just what in the hay was that all about, girls?” She lectured them. “You know better than to make fun of ponies for things they can’t control. You wouldn’t like it if Scootaloo made fun of you two for needing diapers at night, would you?”
“W-well, no, but…” Apple Bloom gulped and trailed off, the guilt and shame washing over her in an instant.
Sweetie Belle whimpered and shrank from Holiday’s gaze. “W-we’re sorry, Aunt Holiday, really. We got carried away, we swear!”
Aunt Holiday could only shake her head from side to side. “That doesn’t excuse your behavior. You two should be better than this. I have half a mind to send you both home and tell your families about what you did. Something tells me they wouldn’t be pleased to hear about this.”
“NO!” Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle shouted in unison.
Sweetie desperately pleaded. “Please, don’t tell Rarity about this! Because she’ll tell Mom and Dad, and they’ll let Rarity punish me however she sees fit. Last time that happened, I was grounded for over a month!”
And Apple Bloom shuddered. “And if you tell Applejack and Big Mac about me, I’ll be lucky if grounded’s the worst thing that happens to me. I might see my chores double overnight, they might even make me clean out the pigsties, and that’s if I’m lucky!”
Holiday could only sigh. “Well, you girls still did something very bad. And for that you must be punished,” She began to put a hoof to her chin. “What am I going to do with you fillies? You have to learn your lesson somehow.”
While Holiday was busy scolding and lecturing Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, Lofty was in the bathroom, helping Scootaloo get changed.
“Well, I guess the secret’s out now, more or less.” Scootaloo commented as her soggy rump was wiped clean.
Lofty just replied. “They were probably going to find out sooner or later, slugger. Holiday and I hoped they would be more understanding than that,” She shook her head from side to side. “I guess they just don’t know any better.”
Scootaloo then questioned. “What do you think Aunt Holiday’s going to do, Auntie Lofty?”
Auntie Lofty shrugged as she sprinkled some foal powder on her niece’s rump, then taped her up into a fresh diaper and helped her to stand. “I honestly don’t know, Scootaloo,” As she then washed her hooves in the bathroom sink, she commented. “Me personally, I’d make them go through what you went through. Maybe even take away their bathroom privileges for a while.”
At that the tomboyish pegasus gagged. “Even for number two? That would be so gross! You’d really want to change them even if they did that?!”
The bulky pegasus mare remarked. “If it helped them learn not to do it again, I wouldn’t mind it. Besides, if they asked really nicely, I’d let them use the potty. And a little bit more foal practice for Holiday and I would be nice. I don’t foresee us having foals anytime soon.”
“Aunt Holiday probably wouldn’t do that,” Scootaloo replied as she exited the bathroom with Auntie Lofty a moment later. Then she snickered. “Although, it would be nice to get a little bit of payback after what they did to me. A little embarrassment would make sure they’d never think of telling anypony else about any of this.”
Auntie Lofty was quick to warn. “Now slugger, don’t you go getting any ideas. You need to be the bigger pony in this situation. Don’t forget, using the potty is a privilege, not a right. And you can easily lose that privilege under Holiday and I’s care if you misbehave.” That quickly put an end to any ideas her niece might have about payback.
The two pegasi returned to the bedroom just as they heard Holiday wondering aloud. “What am I going to do with you fillies? You have to learn your lesson somehow.”
It was then that an idea came into the mind of Lofty, still remembering her conversation with Scootaloo. She trotted up to her special somepony and whispered the idea into her ear.
Holiday was more than a little uncertain about the proposal if her tone of voice was any indication. “Lofty, are you sure we should be doing that? Remember how that worked out with Scootaloo?”
Lofty replied. “She might not mind it now, but she certainly didn’t like it when we started out. I think it’s a good way to make sure these two fillies learn their lesson.”
Holiday appeared to reluctantly relent. “Very well, Lofty. But if they do anything in their diapers, you’re the one who will have to change them.”
Lofty nodded. “I understand.”
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle gulped anew as they both asked. “You mean…?”
Aunt Holiday firmly nodded. “I do. You two fillies are going to be subjected to the same treatment we once subjected Scootaloo to. You’re going to be diapered and treated like little foals for the duration of this sleepover. You’ll have to abide by the rules Lofty and I set down for you. As long as you do that, we won’t tell your families about this incident.”
“Do we have to?” The two Crusaders whined, understandably hesitant.
“Yeah, unless you want Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty to tell your families and make them punish you!” Scootaloo pointed out as she couldn’t help but snicker. “So, what’s it gonna be, girls?”
Reluctantly, after looking across to each other for a moment, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle both agreed to their punishment at the hooves of Scootaloo’s aunts.
“Guess bein’ treated like a foal for a day or two beats whatever we’d have to face back home.” Apple Bloom commented.
Sweetie Belle nodded in agreement. “Yeah. As long as this just stays between us, I guess Apple Bloom and I will go along with the punishment,” Then she nervously asked. “Um, do we have to actually… use our diapers?”
“If you want to,” Lofty pointed out, “If not, you just have to ask for permission to use the potty. And of course, you can’t change yourselves, I have to do it,” Then she smiled. “Now, let’s get you girls diapered up. Then you can play with Scootaloo until dinner time.” And so the punishment began.
Author's Note
This is definitely the more "fetish" heavy of the two chapters.
Honestly, though, I'm kind of surprised that Scootaloo has gotten the lion's share of padded pony works. Not that I'm complaining, it's honestly between her and Sweetie Belle for most diaperable Crusader.
Big Foals
So it was that Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle found themselves being led away by Auntie Lofty, the bulky pegasus mare carrying two of the Silly Filly brand diapers intended for Scootaloo, but were now going to be put on the rumps of her two other charges.
“Remember, girls,” Lofty reminded them as they reached the bathroom. “You have to do what Holiday and I tell you to do. No ifs, ands, or buts. If either of you take off your diaper, or try to, there will be consequences.”
“We would never do that!” Apple Bloom nervously insisted as she looked across to Sweetie Belle.
Sweetie Belle seemed to nod in agreement. “Y-yeah. You don’t have to worry about that. We’ll be good, Crusaders’ honor!”
Auntie Lofty only vaguely replied. “Just making sure. I don’t wanna hear any complaints,” Then she pushed open the bathroom door. “So, who wants to be padded up first?”
Unsurprisingly, neither Apple Bloom or Sweetie Belle would volunteer.
Lofty, unconcerned, decided to tackle Apple Bloom first, figuring that the earth pony would be easier to deal with than the unicorn. But for good measure, she had Sweetie come into the bathroom as well and locked the bathroom door shut behind her. “No running off, now,” She warned as she prepared to diaper Apple Bloom. “You both agreed to this.”
Apple Bloom just gulped as she was made to lay down on the ground. She stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to see the diapering process that was about to unfold. Of course, she still felt every minute of it: Felt her backside be coated in foal powder, before something thick and crinkly was taped to her rump. Then she was helped up and allowed to stand, which was rather difficult due to the added bulk around her rear. Her legs buckled.
Auntie Lofty chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Soon, you and Sweetie Belle will be waddling like a pro, just like Scootaloo. She can waddle with the best of them,” Then she motioned for Sweetie Belle to come over. “Okay, Sweetie Belle. It’s your turn now.”
“O-okay.” Sweetie nervously replied and reluctantly made her way over. The very same process she had just seen be performed on Apple Bloom was performed on her. Soon, she too was clad in a thick, white diaper that was taped to her rump. And she too initially found it hard to stand, let alone move. The diaper was pushing her legs apart.
Lofty smiled as the sturdy pegasus mare admired her work. “There we go,” She then cooed. “Oh, you two look so adorable! You and Scootaloo will make such a nice bunch of foals!” She proceeded to lead them both out of the bathroom. “Come on, let’s get you back to Scootaloo. Remember, if you need to use the potty, you have to ask.”
“Do we seriously have to call it that?” Apple Bloom groaned and rolled her eyes.
“Well, we are foals now,” Sweetie reluctantly replied. “At least we don’t have to use our diapees… I mean diapers if we don’t want to.” She blushed at the unintentional foalish term that had just slipped out.
Auntie Lofty just giggled as she brought the now diapered fillies back to Scootaloo’s bedroom, with Aunt Holiday standing next to Scootaloo (who by now had changed out of her pajamas and left them lying on top of her bedsheets).
Aunt Holiday smiled and couldn’t help but let out an aw when she saw the sight of Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle in the same diapers that their friend wore. They looked so adorable together. “Now aren’t you just the sweetest, cutest bunch of foals I ever laid eyes on?” She cooed in a tone of voice only slightly exaggerated. She then trotted over to Auntie Lofty. “Now then, why don’t you foals come into the living room where my darling Lofty can keep an eye on you all?”
“Wait, we can’t even play by ourselves now?” Sweetie Belle questioned.
Scootaloo nodded. “Well, yeah. We are foals. Foals need to have somepony to watch over them to make sure they don’t get hurt or get into trouble.”
Lofty chuckled. “Don’t you worry, Scootaloo has plenty of toys for you two to play with. I’m sure if you ask nicely, she’ll let you borrow them,” Then she warned. “But play nice, or else you’ll get a time out.”
Apple Bloom could only groan anew and roll her eyes. “This is gonna be a long, long sleepover.” She muttered to herself.
The three padded Crusaders followed Scootaloo’s aunts as they were led to the main living room of Scootaloo’s house. To the surprise of Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, the “toys” Auntie Lofty had mentioned were really just the sort of toys you’d expect an actual foal to play with: Alphabet blocks, stuffed animals in hues of baby blue and pink, a foal’s coloring book, and even a rattle.
Scootaloo, for her part, didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. She just waddled over to the middle of the toys, and plopped right down on her padded plot, making it crinkle anew. She giggled a bit at the feeling, before asking her friends. “What are you waiting for, girls? Come join the fun!”
Sweetie swallowed her pride first. “If we’re going to be treated like foals, we might as well make the most of it, right?” She said to Apple Bloom, then waddled over to some of the plushies and sat down beside them.
Apple Bloom was much more hesitant. True, she remembered that she’d enjoyed playing with such toys as an actual foal, back when her parents had been alive. But to play with such toys now… it just didn’t feel right, even considering what she was wearing and what she’d agreed to.
Eventually, however, the farm filly decided that she looked rather stupid just standing there while her two friends played with the toys to their hearts’ content. It didn’t seem like she had any reason to fear anypony else seeing her like this. And this was what she’d agreed to, more or less. So she reluctantly waddled over to take part in the fun.
Holiday and Lofty both cooed as they observed the three padded fillies playing with the various foal toys. Aunt Holiday then smiled and declared. “Well, you foals just keep playing. I’ll get dinner started.”
Auntie Lofty then added. “And if you behave and eat everything that my darling Holiday feeds you, I’ll give you all some of my homemade cookies for dessert,” She proceeded to wink. “Trust me, they’re really really good!”
Scootaloo licked her lips in apparent support of that sentiment.
So Holiday, safe in the knowledge that the diapered Crusaders were being watched over by her special somepony, trotted into the kitchen to start on dinner for her charges.
Scootaloo soon occupied herself playing with some of the plushies, and Sweetie Belle joined her in doing so.
Apple Bloom, for her part, just focused on the alphabet blocks, which seemed the least foalish of all the toys. She scooted towards them (she still wasn’t used to waddling just yet), grabbing as many as could fit into her hooves. She didn’t have any particular construction project in mind, she was just looking for something to do to pass the time.
Lofty kept a watchful eye on the three padded fillies as they played, making sure they weren’t doing anything they weren’t supposed to be doing. She decided not to perform any diaper checks yet, confident that her charges would tell her if they did anything in their diapers at any point.
Time seemed to pass slowly, at least for Apple Bloom since she was playing all by herself. She could see from a distance that Sweetie and Scootaloo seemed to be having fun together, immersing themselves in imaginary adventures with the various plushies. It was as if they were indeed foals again, just playing away without a care in the world. Maybe that was the point of it all?
Well, whatever the case might be, the farm filly was starting to feel just the slightest bit left out. If playing with her friends in… whatever it was they were doing would help to pass the time, she decided it best to join them. So she put down the alphabet blocks and, hesitantly, toddled over to her padded friends. “Uh, can I… join you?” She sheepishly asked them.
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle smiled. “Of course you can!” They excitedly told her, hoofing her a few of the unused plushies.
Soon, Apple Bloom was also immersing herself in the fantasy adventure her friends were already deep in. In her mind, they were no longer in Scootaloo’s house in nothing but diapers, and playing with plushies intended for little foals. They were daring adventurers in the middle of a thick jungle, braving the dangers as they searched for hidden treasures! It was almost like being on a Daring Do adventure.
The fantasy was only ended when the voice of Aunt Holiday called from the kitchen. “Dinner is ready, my little ponies. Come and get it.”
Before any of the three diapered Crusaders could do anything, though, they were subjected to an unannounced diaper inspection from Auntie Lofty. She pulled back their diapers one at a time and checked each one thoroughly, sniffing the air to be absolutely sure. “Nope, no diapers in need of a change yet,” She said at last, and patted each filly on the head. “Good job keeping those diapers clean, my foals. Now come on, it’s dinner time.”
Much to the surprise (and ultimately relief) of Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, neither of them had to sit in a high-chair like they had been expecting (Scootaloo didn’t have to either, for that matter). But they were still a bit annoyed to have bibs fastened around their necks, even though they saw Scootaloo had one tied around her neck as well.
“Just in case,” Auntie Lofty cooed anew. “Hopefully you foals won’t be too messy with your eating, not that I have a problem with messy eaters.” She delivered the last part of her sentence with a wink, which made Scootaloo give off a foalish sounding giggle.
Apple Bloom squirmed about and tried to shift her weight as she sat in her seat. “Why does this diaper have to be so thick and poofy?” She complained. “Everytime I move, it crinkles and rustles. It’s so distractin’!”
Sweetie Belle, however, was poking at her diaper with a hoof. “I think it’s nice, really. Feels almost like you have a big pillow tied to your butt.”
And Scootaloo pointed out. “They have to make ‘em thick so they don’t leak. What’s the point of a diaper if it can’t hold anything in? Besides, thick diapers are great! You gotta love how they make your rump sink into them! Feels almost like sitting on your own personal cloud.”
Aunt Holiday then came trotting in, bringing with her several jars of flavored foal foods balanced on a tray, along with a plastic spoon. “Now, which of you foals wants to be fed first?” She asked as she sat down at the dining room table, close enough to be able to reach any of the three fillies if she wanted to.
“You’re not gonna feed me Mashed Peas again, are you, Aunt Holiday?” Scootaloo asked with a pair of pleading, puppy dog eyes. “That always tastes icky!” And she stuck out her tongue to emphasize the point.
“Well, a growing filly like you needs her nutrition,” Aunt Holiday pointed out. “We agreed that you have to have these foods at least once a week. I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d eat the healthy food I usually make for you.”
“What? Aren’t pasta and potato sandwiches on sourdough healthy enough?” The tomboyish pegasus protested.
“Maybe once in a while, yes,” Aunt Holiday replied as she unscrewed the lids on the jars. “But everything’s bad for you in excess.”
Auntie Lofty then added. “But if you don’t wanna eat your Mashed Peas and other flavors, that’s fine, slugger. I guess I’ll just have to eat all those cookies myself.”
Scootaloo groaned. “I hate when you do this, Auntie Lofty. You know I don’t like Mashed Peas. Every other flavor’s fine, it’s just that one that I don’t like at all.”
“Well, if you promise to eat the rest of your food and don’t make too much of a mess, I guess we can leave Mashed Peas off the menu just this once,” Holiday seemed to agree. “Deal?”
“Deal!” The tomboyish pegasus filly eagerly agreed! Just like that, she had agreed to be the first one to be fed by her aunts, much to the surprise of Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle.
The earth pony mare proceeded to dip a spoon into the jar closest to her, bringing forth a spoonful of a yellow colored goop that she presented to her padded niece.
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle watched, their eyes transfixed on Scootaloo as she allowed herself to be spoon fed all sorts of different flavors of foal food by her aunt. She seemed to be settling into her role as a foal quite well, as if she’d done it all before.
Of course, despite her best efforts, the tomboyish filly still had a few traces of foal food that got on her face. But she didn’t make a fuss when she was wiped clean by Aunt Holiday. Holiday then turned her attention to the two other padded fillies in her presence. “Who’s next?” She offered.
Apple Bloom swallowed hard and raised a hoof. “M-me.” She nervously and reluctantly volunteered. She then leaned back in her chair and shut her eyes, even as she accepted her fate.
Auntie Lofty then came over and sat next to Sweetie Belle. “Guess that means I’ll take care of the other one.” She said, and received a confirming nod from her special somepony. In unison, they dipped their spoons into different jars of flavored foal food, and brought it before the fillies they’d assigned themselves the task of feeding.
Apple Bloom thought for sure she would hate whatever would be fed to her. But surprisingly, she found the foal food to be nowhere near as bad tasting as she was expecting. Dare she say it, it felt kind of… good.
Sweetie Belle, meanwhile, had her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief! “Oh my Celestia!” She exclaimed! “This is… delicious! Oh, this is easily ten times better than my mom’s cooking, and Rarity’s too! I’ve never had food as tasty as this, not even at Sugarcube Corner.”
Scootaloo giggled as she kicked about in her pampers. “Laying it on a little thick there, aren’t we, Sweetie Belle?”
“Okay, so maybe it’s not that good,” The padded unicorn filly replied. “But still, it’s very good. Why do foals get such good tasting stuff, but I have to put up with my mom’s terrible cooking? I swear, Dad or Rarity need to make her take cooking lessons!”
Spoon feeding proceeded from there without much further fanfare, and both Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom had their faces wiped clean afterward. They then watched as Auntie Lofty trotted away, and returned with a plate of delicious looking cookies.
“A deal’s a deal,” Auntie Lofty declared as she set the plate down. “Careful not to eat too many, though. You don’t wanna give yourselves tummy aches.”
“And here,” Aunt Holiday added as she brought over three baby bottles filled with milk. “Cookies always taste better with milk.”
The three padded Crusaders greedily devoured the cookies, and with some hesitation on the parts of Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, they drank down every drop of milk in the baby bottles offered to them. After their faces were wiped clean again, they were allowed down from the dining room table and sent off to play again. This time, Aunt Holiday took over the responsibility of watching over them.
Apple Bloom was surprised when Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle decided to join her in playing with the alphabet blocks this time. They soon settled on a game where they took turns stacking blocks as high as they could; if you failed to place a block or knocked over the tower, it was considered a loss on your part.
The three fillies were having so much fun that they quickly lost track of the time. Before they knew it, they heard Auntie Lofty clapping her hooves and declaring. “Okay, my little ponies, it’s time for bed.”
“Aw, but we’re not tired yet.” Sweetie Belle protested, before she let out a slight yawn. That bottle of milk was starting to make her feel just a tad bit sleepy.
Aunt Holiday trotted over while shaking her head. “It’s not up for argument. Foals go to bed when they are told. You’ve been good at doing everything else Lofty and I have asked of you. And it’s not much of a sleepover if you’re not sleeping.”
Auntie Lofty then smiled. “Before we help you little fillies get tucked in, though, there is the matter of diaper inspections and potty breaks. We wouldn’t want anypony to get a rash, now would we?”
Scootaloo was inspected first, her diaper was pulled back and revealed to be pristine. The same was true for Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. “Wow! All three of my little fillies are dry!” Lofty cooed in exaggerated praise. “Maybe if they keep this up, they’ll be ready for pull-ups. But for now, does anypony need to use the potty?” Three sets of hooves shot up in an instant, and Lofty quickly ushered the diapered fillies to the bathroom door.
Outside the bathroom, Auntie Lofty informed her charges. “I’m afraid you’ll have to go one at a time. We’ve only got one potty. Scootaloo, since you’ve been the best behaved, you’ll get to go first. When you’re done, just wait for me and I’ll help you into your pajamas, okay?”
“Okay, Auntie Lofty.” Scootaloo nodded, and trotted inside with the sturdy, bulky pegasus mare as the bathroom door was closed and locked behind them.
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle waited outside the bathroom door for what felt like minutes. As they did so, Apple Bloom began to feel a twang in her bladder. She twitched, trying to cross her legs to suppress the feeling.
“Apple Bloom, what’s wrong? If you have to go potty, you can just use your diaper,” Sweetie Belle proposed. “It’s there for a reason.”
“But I’m a big filly!” Apple Bloom whimpered in protest. “I haven’t wet myself since I was five! I just have to hold it until Scootaloo’s done! No way it takes her this long to go to the bathroom!”
Sweetie giggled. “You’re supposed to call it the potty, remember?”
The farm filly groaned. “This is ridiculous, Sweetie Belle! I know we agreed to this so we wouldn’t get in trouble with our families, but Scootaloo’s aunts are takin’ this way too far! There’s no reason why they have to treat us like a bunch of toddlers!”
The unicorn filly just replied in an indifferent tone of voice. “They’re doing it to Scootaloo too, and she clearly doesn’t mind it. Besides, it’s only this one time and then we don’t have to do it again if we don’t want to. You’re really making too big a deal out of this, Apple Bloom. When the sleepover’s over, we’ll still be big ponies. In the meantime, there’s nothing wrong with using your diaper. Scootaloo already did it earlier.”
Apple Bloom only rolled her eyes and remarked. “Forget it, Sweetie Belle! You don’t understand! You’re actin’ like you actually like bein’ treated like a baby! This is worse than the time Applejack treated me like one. At least she didn’t take away my bathroom privileges.” Then she concentrated all her efforts into holding back her need to go. Just what in the wide world of Equestria was taking Scootaloo so long in the bathroom? Did she fall in or something?
Eventually, the farm filly’s strained bladder could hold back no longer. Realizing the futility of her efforts, she sighed and resigned herself to the inevitable as she uncrossed her legs. It was slow at first, her bladder clearly wasn’t used to emptying itself into anything other than a toilet. Yet slowly but surely, her diaper grew warm and damp. In a matter of seconds, it was over. But to poor Apple Bloom it felt like an eternity. And every time she moved, her diaper reminded her of what she’d done with a most uncomfortable squishing sensation.
Just then, the sound of the toilet flushing could finally be heard, as could the sound of running water. Seconds later, Scootaloo exited the bathroom, unaware of what apple Bloom had just done in her diaper.
Auntie Lofty then poked her head out from the opened bathroom door and called. “Who’s next?”
Sweetie Belle trotted forward as a sheepish looking Apple Bloom tried in vain to hide her shame.
Auntie Lofty just said in a sympathetic tone of voice. “Come on inside, Apple Bloom. I’ll get you changed before I help Sweetie Belle use the potty. That is, unless you’d rather use your diaper instead, Sweetie Belle.”
The padded unicorn happily insisted. “No thanks, the potty’s fine with me. I can wait.” She trotted into the bathroom, and then turned her head when instructed so as to give Apple Bloom some privacy.
Apple Bloom was greatly relieved to be changed into a fresh diaper very quickly, Auntie Lofty was clearly a pro at diaper changes. And she had to admit, a clean diaper felt surprisingly good. She then exited the bathroom, waddling away to join Scootaloo in the bedroom.
Sweetie used the bathroom without any trouble or fanfare, then after washing her hooves she too exited the bathroom, bound for Scootaloo’s bedroom.
Scootaloo struggled once again to get into her light blue, hoofied pajamas. She couldn’t help but blush a bit as Auntie Lofty helped her put them on and zip up the back. The extra bulk of the tomboyish pegasus’ diaper gave the back a noticeable bulge.
Once done, Auntie Lofty patted her niece on the forehead. “Remember, slugger, if you or your friends need anything tonight, just come and get Holiday or I. Our bedroom’s just down the hall.” Then she turned off the lights and closed the door.
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle unfolded their sleeping bags and climbed in as Scootaloo climbed into her bed, pulling the sheets up to her head. “Goodnight, girls.” She said with a yawn, and shut her eyes.
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle didn’t drift off to sleep right away, not even once they heard their friend and fellow Cutie Mark Crusader snoring loudly. She briefly stirred awake and blushed anew. “Oh, right. Forgot.” Reaching over to her nightstand, she retrieved a light purple colored pacifier and popped it into her mouth. Then she suckled on it, and fell asleep as her suckles replaced the sound of snoring.
The other two padded fillies briefly exchanged looks of disbelief at what they’d just seen, before deciding it best to say nothing. They reluctantly went to sleep, and eventually drifted off.
At some point in the night, however, Sweetie stirred awake. It took her but a moment to realize what it was that had woken her up: Her bladder apparently hadn’t fully emptied itself before bed despite her best efforts. Then again, she had drunk a glass of water before exiting the bathroom. That was something she did sometimes to help her sleep if she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get to sleep easily.
The unicorn filly pulled back the sheets of her sleeping bag and sat up. She was prepared to leave the bedroom and go wake up Scootaloo’s aunts for help in using the bathroom, when she hesitated. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom had already wet their diapers during this sleepover, and it hadn’t been all that bad. A nagging part of her mind told her that it wouldn’t hurt to use her diaper just this once, just to see what it was like. Otherwise, how would she ever know what Scootaloo was going through and why Apple Bloom had made such a big deal about it?
So the padded unicorn made a decision. She sat down back in her sleeping bag, and just let it happen. A faint hissing sound could be heard even over the stillness of the night (broken up only periodically by Scootaloo’s suckles), and she could feel her diaper swelling up as it grew warmer. But in the blink of an eye it was over, her bladder was empty and would trouble her no longer. The damp feeling wasn’t exactly pleasant, but at the same time it didn’t really feel “bad”.
Yawning, Sweetie Belle lay back down and went back to sleep. It was only this one time, she most certainly wouldn’t be making a habit of it. Plus, she’d make sure to get changed in the morning.
The three diapered Crusaders woke up the next morning when the rays of Celestia’s sun poked their way through the blinds and into Scootaloo’s bedroom. Scootaloo was the first to wake up, yawning and stretching a bit as she pulled the light purple pacifier out of her mouth. She made a mental note to clean it later on (or at least ask her aunts for help in cleaning it).
Apple Bloom woke up next, immediately checking her diaper and was relieved when she found it dry. “Oh, thank Celestia!” She sighed in relief.
Scootaloo instinctively looked at her own diaper, unsurprisingly finding it damp when she undid the zipper on her pajamas. She just sighed in indifference, at least she didn’t have to worry about trying to hide the evidence from her friends now.
Sweetie Belle was the last to wake up. By now the warm feeling from her diaper had faded, but the damp sensation remained. She was a little bit bothered by this, her diaper was now unpleasantly cold. But she didn’t feel as if she had gotten a rash yet, probably because Auntie Lofty had applied a fresh helping of powder to Sweetie’s diaper before bed.
“Morning, girls,” Scootaloo greeted as she sat up in bed, unconcerned about being seen in a wet diaper. “How was your first night in diapers?”
“Guess it wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be,” Apple Bloom commented. “Sorry we teased you yesterday, Scootaloo. We didn’t mean to make you upset.”
The tomboyish filly replied. “I know, but it still wasn’t very nice. It felt like something Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon would’ve done before they changed,” She then looked down at her very soaked diaper. “Speaking of change, I should probably go find Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty and get changed out of this wet diaper.”
Apple Bloom looked across to Sweetie Belle, whose wet diaper was now poking up through the opened sheets of her sleeping bag. “Might wanna take Sweetie Belle with you. Guess somepony decided to open her floodgates during the night.”
As the eyes of her fellow Crusaders fell upon her, Sweetie innocently remarked. “What? I just wanted to see what it was like. How else was I gonna know?”
“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not judging you or making fun of you,” Scootaloo said to her fellow padded filly. “You didn’t have to do it, but it means a lot to me that you did,” She proceeded to jump down from her bed, landing on her hooves. “Come on, let’s go get changed before either of us gets a rash. Good luck explaining that to everypony.”
Sweetie nodded, and followed the tomboyish pegasus as the two exited the bedroom and headed out in the hallway. Yet once they were out in the hallway, Sweetie froze as she felt a different sensation start to build up inside of her. “Um, Scootaloo?” She asked in a hesitant, uncertain tone. Her eyes darted every which way, as if suddenly fearing the walls and floors might have eyes.
Suspecting nothing, the tomboyish pegasus filly asked. “What is it, Sweetie Belle?”
Sweetie Belle slowly answered. “Um, yesterday, when you said you used your diapers… did you mean you…”
Scootaloo began to realize what Sweetie was trying to say. She shuffled her hooves a bit and tried not to look ashamed. “Yeah, but it was an accident when I did… that in them,” She then suggested. “Do you wanna try to use the potty? I’m sure Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty would understand if it was an emergency.”
“I don’t wanna get in more trouble than I already am,” Sweetie protested with a shake of her head. “Besides, I’ve already done number one in them, and I’m going to get changed anyway,” She then sheepishly asked. “Could you maybe… look away or something really quick?”
“I’ll go get Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty!” Scootaloo declared as she trotted off! “Just be quick about it!”
Now alone in the hallway, Sweetie Belle was still hesitant about what she was about to do. Years of toilet training ingrained into her through Rarity (who had been far more strict about enforcing potty times than either Hondo or Cookie) told her that this was wrong. Her body naturally fought her attempts to relieve herself into her diaper. At last, however, her tail hiked upward and she shut her eyes as she pushed, grunting audibly in the process.
Sweetie nearly lost her balance when it was all over, surprised by how full her diaper felt and how much it smelled of manure. “Okay, this is definitely not a good feeling. No wonder babies cry when they do this.” She said to herself, trying not to gag at the stench. She was most certainly not going to do this again if she could help it.
Thankfully, Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty came upon the scene just a moment later. Without saying a word, Auntie Lofty took Sweetie Belle by the hoof and led her to the bathroom. “It’s not good to hold it in, you know,” She told the unicorn filly as she wiped Sweetie’s stinky rump clean and put the used diaper in a trash bag. Then she playfully teased. “Sweet Celestia, what did you eat?!”
“Sorry! I didn’t think it would be this bad, honest!” Sweetie apologized with a raging blush. The new diaper taped on her after a good powdering definitely felt better.
Auntie Lofty quickly reassured her charge. “It’s okay. I’m used to it. Between you and me, Scootaloo used to be much more of a stinker back when she was an actual foal,” She waved a hoof across her nose. “Oh, for a time I wasn’t sure if she would ever be potty trained. Fortunately, her parents and my darling Holiday knew how to navigate through that bumpy road.”
Sweetie Belle’s blush deepened. “Please don’t tell anypony about this! Rarity would absolutely freak out if she found out I intentionally did a number two in my diaper. Never thought I’d appreciate how hard she worked to get me potty trained, Mom and Dad probably would’ve let me stay in diapers forever if I’d wanted to.”
Auntie Lofty flashed a knowing wink. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. You and Apple Bloom cooperated so nicely with the punishment. Hopefully, now you both know how wrong it is to tease other ponies for things they can’t control.”
Sweetie stood up rather slowly. “Believe me, I know that now more than ever,” And she commented. “You know, this actually wasn’t that bad a punishment. I think I actually kind of liked it. Don’t know about Apple Bloom, though.”
Lofty adopted a rather interesting expression as she seemed to grin. “Well, you’re not alone in that. Scootaloo was kind of the same way when Holiday and I decided to punish her like we punished you and Apple Bloom.”
“Wow! No wonder Scootaloo was so well behaved during all of this!” Sweetie commented in realization as she washed her hooves in the bathroom sink.
The bulky pegasus mare nodded. “Yup. And I think she really appreciates you and Apple Bloom going through with this.”
“Well, maybe I could convince Apple Bloom to do this again sometime,” Sweetie suggested as she exited the bathroom a moment later. “Just maybe without some of the more… extreme things like baby bottles or spoon feedings.”
Lofty just replied. “It’s up to you what you wanna do,” Then she picked up the trash bag containing Sweetie Belle’s dirty diaper. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna run this out to the trash.” And she trotted away to do just that, taking care to avoid having the payload stink up the entire house.
Meanwhile, Aunt Holiday had already seated Scootaloo and Apple Bloom at the dining room table, and smiled when Sweetie Belle came trotting in (Scootaloo had, of course, been changed out of her wet diaper by this point). “Ah, how nice of you to join us for breakfast, Sweetie Belle.”
“About time! I’m starvin'!” Apple Bloom exclaimed as she fussed about with her bib.
Holiday smiled. “Well, now we can get on with breakfast. And then you two only have to stay in diapers until lunch time before your punishment is over.”
“I have to say,” Apple Bloom commented as she saw Sweetie Belle waddle over to the table and sit down. “This has been an interestin’ sleepover. And you know, it actually wasn’t all that bad now that I think about it. Aside from havin’ to use my diaper and some of the baby talk, I think I actually kind of enjoyed it… just a little.”
“Really?! I feel the same way,” Sweetie commented in amazement! “I wonder if we should do this again sometime?”
Scootaloo giggled. “We’ll have to see what Aunt Holiday and Auntie Lofty think. After all, they’re the ones who have to take care of us.”
